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ervona · 4 months

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oc tag time! tagged by @fay-run and @aphoticfairy thank you :)

tagging @wingedtwilight @scuttling-void @bretongirlwrites and anyone interested in a little questionnaire about any oc you'd like

I was going to do Vim and another lucky scroller, then I figured it would be interesting to do these two altmer, so let's meet them...

Name:

Gwendariel of Cloudrest

Oleander... what are you, Census and Excise?

Nickname:

Gwenda, Gwen, we'll see what else she picks up

Olly to some and "that guy" to others

Gender/Orientation:

lesbian, swiftly dodging matchmaking at home by being a very embarassing person in general, she's out of there. good for her

bisexual man, questioning at the point where Morrowind is set though he's more confident in himself later in life. good for him

Star sign:

the Lord

the Atronach

Personality type:

fail knight

fail assassin

probably not the question but I'm not about to do a quiz

Height:

only 190 cm :( not sure but she looks a bit stocky

so tall you couldn't guess he's part human. right?

Nationality/Ethnicity:

Alinorian, from Cloudrest

Auridonian, from Iluvamir

Favorite fruit:

any citrus fruit really. citrus fruit salad

pomegranate... he eats it with a spoon

Favorite season:

spring or summer... for sunny days

the mysterious Vvardenfell vvinter

Favorite flower:

insert Eton Nir mountain flower here

he's a bit vain so I'll admit... oleander

Favorite scent:

petrichor and mountain flowers

chestnuts and metal cleaner oil

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate:

prefers tea but will take any

coffee with milk and all that

Average hours of sleep:

depends. how bad is the ghost problem?

sleep is for those who aren't on the grind

Dogs or cats:

why not gryphons? maybe a small dog like a waxing terrier

he's fond of all animals, he leaves his leftovers out for them

Dream trip:

at the time of Daggerfall, Morrowind! it's a province she hasn't been to on her knightly journey... we'll see if she ends up going there, hopefully she can get a very nice welcome in Mournhold

Yokuda or Akavir, he wants to see the world. he's known a lot of sailors who go to Yokuda regularly but he's closer to Akavir now

Number of blankets:

one regular blanket but when it's cold a magical blanket from (redacted for now. I enjoy a bit of mystery, tune in to find out)

cloak :( you just want to pick him up and put him somewhere

Random fact:

Gwenda was a Welkynar apprentice once, before the incident. considers herself a knight although she has no formal title like that... she does have knightly spirit and the background for it?

Olly was already somewhat of a Dagonite back in Summerset, though obviously not open about it... what drew him in was his disappointment in the society around him and wish for change

both of these ended up being backstory facts. extras: Gwenda is a natural blonde and Olly is like the spitting image of Indoril Nerevar though he looks different in my story than in most fanart I see ngl

#no pressure if i tagged you! as always do what and when you want. i'm always late on these. fashionably late #a dozen plus questions under the cut... this was fun and back when i got tagged i had no idea who to do. well. altmer special #oc tag

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3xm-draconic · 2 months

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Bloodline of the Last Dragon.

Season 1/Episode 4: Working Night & Day.

Retrieving the dragon stone for Farengar would have to wait, Mattilda needed to find work and get enough money to pay for her father’s stay at the temple. The first line of work she did was for Farengar himself by delivering frost salts to the alchemist Arcadia, making a cool 300 septims after that job.

While she was in the market she was asked by a woman who runs the vegetable stall, Carlotta Valentia, to get a bard to stop hitting on her.

Mattilda had to punch the poor bard’s teeth in but that got the job across, that was another 200 gold earned, then while heading to the temple to visit her father she overheard a man in need of a hired muscle to get his family sword back.

The man, Armin, offered her 700 gold to get it back from some bandits in a cave not too far from Whiterun called White River Watch, with an offer like that Mattilda figured she could do it.

With the amount of gold she would be making from today by taking his quest she could finally stop sleeping on benches and under bridges.

Mattilda headed out of Whiterun and down to where the bandits lair was, it was a cave in the mountainside just overlooking the rapids, Mattilda knew she could not just fight her way through them all so she planned ahead and sacrificed a little gold to prep for this adventure.

She bought a small potion of invisibility and a spell book of muffleing, she cast it over her feet and drank the slightly sweet brew down, once invisible as the wind and silent as the a grave she crept through their camp.

The dark cave helped conceal her presence further from their sight, sticking to the shadows like glue. She managed to get into the main chamber but found there to be a problem…

There were too many bandits for her to sneak past, this is where an idea struck her.

Mattilda knew it would be loud and destructive but that’s what she was hoping for, she quickly summoned a fire atronach and then quickly snuck away as the bandits panicked and attacked it.

She finally made it onto the balcony where the bandit chief sat overlooking the tundra, from his body language Mattilda saw he was very drunk and had his eyes closed.

“EHY!” he gruffly snorted “hand me (hic) another ale would ya?” he mumbled, Mattilda reached over and handed him another bottle of ale and while he drank it she sneakily lifted the ring of keys he had off his belt.

She then snuck over to the chest behind him and found the sword Armin was looking for, it was a beautiful carved elven sword enchanted with flames. She also snached a few soulgems that sat at the bottom of the chest.

She took it and started to sneak back through the cave, just as she was on her way out she noticed her invisibility potion wareing off “damn it” she panicked and like a bat out of Oblivion she ran…

"You found it? I've been looking for that blade for months” Armin smiled as Matii handed him his sword “you took on all those bandits yourself? Thank you” he turned to her “here, my father had a favorite sword and shield technique, let me teach it to you, in honor of his memory."

Although Mattilda wielded a dagger and no shield she was still grateful for his lessons and for his reward of gold.

Mattilda then entered the Temple of Kynareth while visiting hours were still open. Her father lay on a bed in the temple, most of his body wrapped in bandages, he looked like one of those mummies you’d hear about from hammerfell.

“Matti!” he smiled “thank mara you are alright”, “how are you doing dad?”, he sat up and groaned “another 3 weeks they said, after that I’ll be healed enough to be out of here and good as new”, “I’ll see what I can do in the mean time to make more gold”, “no” he grumbled “no, Matti head to Falkreath and say with your uncle’s friends”. Mattilda sighed “but dad what about-”, “I got back in touch with him, he said he’ll be paying for me and he wants you to stay safe with a few of his friends, they have a safehouse there”.

Mattilda nodded “ok dad…” she debated on whether or not to tell him about the quest the Jarl sent her on but decided it would be better not to tell him.

She headed to The Bannered Mare to grab a hot meal and a room to sleep in before the trip to Falkreath when she noticed a commotion in the market.

“UNHAND CICERO! HE DID NOTHING WRONG!” cried a little jester in a red and black motley, “you are to be taken to jail until your bail can be paid off, Fool” the guard growled as he dragged the man towards Dragonsreach, “hey what’s going on?” Mattilda stopped the guard “why is this man to be taken to prison?”, the guard grumbled “he wouldn’t let us look inside the crate he was carrying but we’ll be finding that out soon enough”.

The jester, Cicero, whent absolutely unhinged “THAT’S MY MOTHER! YOU CAN’T DESECRATE HER LIKE THAT! STOP, STOP!” he wailed.

Mattilda looked at the poor little imperial man, he was absolutely sobbing and fighting like a wild skeever trapped in a box, “how much to pay his bail?” she looked at the guard, he stared at her “seriously? You want to help this fucking weirdo?” he mumbled, “how much?” was all she replied.

The guard sighed “250 gold”, “and how much for you and your boys to…leave his mother be?” she asked him sweetly, the guard eyed her “...call it another 200 and I’ll let this one slide pretty elfling” he hummed.

Cicero was let go and the guards walked away, he stared at Mattilda “you…helped poor Cicero?” he pondered curiously “why? he doesn't even know you?” he chirped, “it was the right thing to do, you were a person in need and a person in need is a friend indeed” she smiled.

“Names Mattilda Viddarson, you hungry Cicero? Would you like to grab dinner with me?” she offered, the jester’s frown turned into a happy grin “oooh yes thank you!” he squeaked.

Mattilda sat with Cicero beside the warm hearth, Saadia the barmaid got them both menus to look at, they both ordered something small and while Cicero ordered water Mattilda ordered a honningbrew mead.

“So what brings you to Skyrim?” Mattilda turned to Cicero who was munching on grilled leeks and a baked salmon steak, “oh Cicero is bringing his mother to Falkreath, a new cript there so she can be safe” he replied through bites of leek.

“Oh coincidentally enough I’am heading to Falkreath to stay with some of my uncle’s friends” she nodded as she sipped her mead, Cicero sipped his tankered of water “OOOH!” he suddenly chipped happily “why don’t you come with Cicero? You can be like his bodyguard!”

Mattilda pondered “I don’t know…I’ve never really been in combat”, Cicero shrugged “that’s ok Cicero will fight beside you if we run into trouble, just consider the free ride to Falkreath a thankyou for helping Cicero” he smiled.

When booking a room Mattilda and Cicero found themselves in a bit of a pickle, there was only one room available…with only one bed.

“Cicero will sleep on the floor since you booked the room and bought dinner” he said as he got out his bedroll from his dark leather backpack, “oh, no Cicero I can’t let you sleep on the floor you deserve to sleep on the bed too, you’ve had a long journey in Skyrim” Mattilda said as she adjusted her bedroll to act like a wall between them on the bed “go ahead and sleep next to me, I wouldn’t mind”.

They curled up in bed rather awkwardly together, sleeping back-to-back, Cicero fell asleep almost immediately but Mattilda had trouble falling asleep…

This is the first time she is sharing a bed with someone…

This is the first time she has slept with a man beside her…

Mattilda’s heart started to race…thoughts started to creep in…lewd thoughts.

She pushed them from her mind, she can’t be thinking that right now, she can’t be thinking of THAT right now…she had other things to worry about.

She would have to adjust to life in Falkreath, without her dad for the next 3 weeks and then…what would they do after that? Their finances are gone, their home is gone and everything is…gone…

She still wanted to join the college…maybe she didn’t have to buy everything she needed for her studies…whilst adventuring you can find all kinds of magical things…like the soul gems she got from the chest with Armin’s Sword.

She felt Cicero roll over in his sleep mumbling something about getting his mother some flowers, she couldn’t help but smile at that. Then Cicero breached the makeshift wall of bedrolls and snuggled her…he was a sleep-snuggler.

“Oh for fucks-” Mattilda had to restrain herself from laughing, it was kinda funny, kinda cute and kinda terrifying. She looked at him as he nuzzled himself into the crook of her neck and wrapped himself around her, his soft little snoring and murmuring the only sounds in the room besides the rain from outside.

She laid back and tried to get some sleep.

(The next morning…)

“Cicero is so sorry, he didn’t mean to do that last night, oh bother and befuddle” the little imperial man profusely and awkwardly apologize, Mattilda just laughed “it’s ok, I didn’t mind, honestly it was rather cute…” she paused and gawked at herself for what she had just said.

Now both of them were blushing in awkward silence as they left their room, a rather big mistake as now a bar patron, a woman named Uthgerd, looked at her with sly eyes and gave her a cheeky nod.

Cicero took notice and his face turned a mix of colors, he paled in awkwardness then redened in both embarrassment and anger “WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” he shouted, Mattilda pulled her hood further over her embarrassed face as bar patrons started to snicker…

“Uh hu, shure” Uthgerd chuckled and sipped her ale, laughing a little as the two hurriedly made their way out of the bar.

“Oh. My. Gods” Mattilda mumbled, snickering under her breath “oh my gods…” she repeated, “...sorry…” Cicero looked down at his pointy shoes “Cicero ment not to embarrass you fair Mattilda”, Mattilda burst out into a chores of laughter. Honks, snorts and wheezes made up her loud bellowing cackle “oh my gods, that was so fucking funny” she wheezed “you just screaming WE DID’NT DO ANYTHING! From out of nowhere…” she gave a snort of embarrassed but mirthful laughter “oh by gods I’ve never seen something so funny”.

“You are not mad at Cicero?”, “hmm? Oh no” she chuckled “it’s embarrassing but it’s also really damn funny” she laughed “I’am not mad” she assured him.

They arrived at the stables and retrieved the cart containing the coffin of Cicero’s mother, it was larger than a normal coffin and kinda freaked Mattilda out with how large and heavy it was “just how is he gonna get that thing into a crypt?” she pondered.

They passed though Riverwood, stopping only to refill their waterskins and for Cicero to pick up some alchemy ingredients.

“Hmm what did you get?” She asked him as they rode along the cobbled mountain road, “oh just some troll fat, pine resin, beeswax, juniper oil and some aloe vera leaves” he shrugged, Mattilda blinked “I don’t know any potions you could make with those”, Cicero hummed and hawed “well…um…”.

“Although by the ingredients you listed your making some kind of skin ointment, my mother worked as a priestess of Arkay and from the sound of it, it’s nearly identical to a recipe for burial oils” Mattilda turned to him “funny thing, my mother use to make and sell the ointment as a beauty product, she’d mix in different fragrances and scents and colors”, Cicero grinned awkwardly “oh yes that’s what Cicero dose too, he makes ointments and perfumes to make extra gold when not performing” he chuckled.

“Oh, would you like some of my mother’s recipes? She’d probably want somebody who’d enjoy making beauty products having them, I never really could get into making them myself after she…” she trailed off, Cicero looked away but then comfortingly put a hand to her shoulder “sure, Cicero would love them”.

They got about halfway to Falkreath when it became too dark and foggy to see and thus too dangerous to travel through the mountains, they found a nice safe spot a little ways away from the road and made camp.

Cicero pitched up the tents while Mattilda made dinner, after camp was made they both settled down for a nice meal under the stars.

Mattilda got out a large cook pot full of fresh water and broke a few chunks of her instant dried broth mix into it, her mother called it something funny bouillon was it? It was part chicken and part beef.

She then diced up garlic and onions with her dagger and added them to a separate skillet to be sauted with a smidgen of butter she had saved in a jar, after caramelizing the garlic onions she added them to the bubbling broth.

To the remnants of butter she added a small amount of flour and a few mugfulls of broth to create a slurry of sorts to thicken the soup, a roux is what her mother called it.

Next she roughly chopped up a few carrots, she then added a nirnroot finely minced, a few strips of dried horker jerky, added a splash of Blackbrier mead for its darker taste and added her special ingredient, a few shreds of cheese. To top off the soup she added a few dashes of salt and pepper.

“Food’s done!” she happily turned to Cicero who was feeding his horse a few apples, “OOH smells good, what did you make?” he pondered as he skipped towards her, “potage le magnifique” she replied as she handed him a bowl.

He took a bite and his eyes bulged “WOW!” he gasped “this is amazing!” he turned to her with a curious gleam in his big hazel-amber eyes “where did you learn to cook like that?”, “my mother” she said bittersweetly “she had a way with cooking that I dare say rivals The Gourmet themselves”.

They turned in for the night and tucked into their tents, Mattilda taking first watch…

#skyrim cicero #skyrim #au #fanfic #cicero x female oc #cicero #2 dovahkiins #2 dragonborns #mixed race dragonborn #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim oc #half elf oc

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unpleasant-ghoul · 2 months

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Some fresh screenshots of a dragon attack. Was leaving Winterhold when this lizard decided it wants an old elf for breakfast. The dragon did NOT want to die. Like, 5 save loads, you can see I even got grabbed and tossed once.

Victory was achieved finally with the help of a Fire Atronach, an Undying Ghost (that summon is only for when things get serious. Things got very serious), a local guard (he didn't survive. Got chewed up), and M'aiq the Liar (he wanted no part in this, but I know the spell Courage, so he didn't exactly have a choice). Took me about half an hour.

Also, notice the sky! It's Obsidian Weathers and Seasons. Just installed, very happy with how it looks.

#screenshots #skyrim #*happy ghoul noises*

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hriobzagelthewanderer · 11 months

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Things Hriob is No Longer Allowed to Do, Revised Edition - Part Trois

#81 Yes, exercise nuts often invent new fads to sell shit to the unknowing masses trying to ‘get in shape’. No, I am not allowed to market a new “Diogenes Workout” involving rock climbing using only a cauldron and a sledgehammer. Not even if I demonstrate how ‘easy’ it is.

#82 Yes, Sparring is a fun way to get a full-body exercise so long as I have a designated partner and don’t get carried away. No, asking bargoers random thugs and mercenaries Pirates with serious anger issues anyone ‘Hey, you want to Fight?’ is NOT sparring and I am not allowed to do this anymore.

#83 I am forever forbidden from ‘Saving Christmas’, even ESPECIALLY if I was the one who put it in Jeopardy in the first place.

#84 I am not to confuse ‘Spreading Christmas Cheer’ with ‘Getting the masses intoxicated with my Eggnog Special’. There’s more to the Spirit of the Holidays than Spirits, Hriob, you should know this already.

#85 Just to be safe, to build upon the prior two rulings (#83 and #84), I cannot ‘Save’ Hanukkah Kwanzaa Thanksgiving Halloween Easter Ramadan St. Patrick’s Day Valentine’s Day ANY remotely ‘major’ Holiday regardless of whether or not it has anything to do with any given religion.

#86 I can be ‘Santa’ for Christmas, or I can be ‘Krampus’. Both have ups and downs, but I will remember to pick ONE and stick with it per christmas season, for my own sake as much as everyone else’s.

#87 Regardless of whether or not I have the powers of Bardic Magic on my side or not, I will refrain from abusing this power to turn deadly battles villainous monologues do-or-die moments training sessions ANY moment that isn’t already filled with unusual amounts of song into quaint musical numbers. Yes, even if the children love it when I do that.

#88 I am not a cherub, and even if I’m not too shabby with a bow when the time calls for it, I am not allowed to claim that I can make people fall in love by shooting them with arrows splashing them with potions showering them with chocolate serenading them getting them drunk enough holding them at knife-point locking them in a small room together ANY means - and I am forever forbidden from trying to prove that I can.

#89 The power to ‘bring snowmen to life’ is not a Right, it is a Privilege. The moment I abuse this power for ANY reason is the moment I am forever banned from making ‘Atronachs’ of ANY material, period.

#90 Even if I know any personifications of the Seasons personally, I am not allowed to bribe threaten trick coerce seduce gamble use ANY means to adjust when one season ends and another begins, be it for my own benefit or ‘shits and giggles’.

#91 Reddish hair or not, Inconceivable Alcohol Immunity or not, Strange Luck or not, I am NOT Irish, but Czech-German, and I am not allowed to let others confuse that issue.

#92 In accordance with the prior rule, this means I am not allowed to celebrate St. Patty’s Day unsupervised, nor am I allowed to encourage people to ‘Kiss me’ under the pretense that ‘I’m Irish’. It's bad enough I have too many people who’d do it anyways, they don’t need further incentive.

#93 As a self-employed Entrepreneur and Craft Brewer, I understand the importance of self-promotion and advertisement. Making careful deals with bar owners and handing out Business Cards is a step in the right direction - Going door-to-door with a red wagon and trying to use arguably cute animal familiars random woodland creatures glamours girl scouts boy scouts random children important children puppies kittens baby seals ANY variation of ‘little helpers’’ to make sales is right out.

#94 Many restaurants and food vendors enjoy using the concept of ‘Free Samples’ to sell their products. As an Alchemic Craft-Brewer, I am to remind myself that, no, this is NOT a valid method of advertising for my wares, with all but a few NO exceptions.

#95 As I grow more talented with Life magic, alchemy, and gain access to individuals with greater talents in those fields than myself, I am to be reminded that I will not create/pester others to help create a ‘Molotov Cockatiel’ to use as a familiar pet prank biological warfare agent FOR ANY REASON.

#96 The ‘tomato allegory’ is a good way to demonstrate examples of Wisdom versus Intelligence, as well as other ‘DnD stats’ in a real-world context. I am NOT to try and actually act out parts of the allegory, or try to make my own ‘better’ one using beer vodka hamsters zombies drunk zombie hamsters ANYTHING ELSE, “just because” - no matter HOW ‘educational’ it may or may not be.

#97 I am not allowed to stress-test Bowling Lanes or Equipment by “playing as hard good fun as I can”.

#98 I am not allowed to help Jacob in any variety of smithy, workshop, metalworking, or engineering project without additional adult supervision. Let the Coilgun-powered Hammer be the last Scientific Monstrosity I help bring into the world.

#99 When building massive projects involving Gingerbread buildings ‘To Scale’, I will remember to make sure that the Runic Protections prevent anything breaking, sagging, dirtying or making any part of it inedible, and also remember that the Load-bearing structures are kept far away from hungry guests whenever possible.

#100 Just because I have a Ring of Sands that gives me an extra casting focus for my magics, attuned to both Wind and Earth elements as well as the Concept of Sand itself, does Not make me ‘The Sand Guardian, Guardian of the Sands’, and neither does it give me any reason, excuse, legitimacy, or ability to tease, torment, or banish The Master beyond what I already can do in any way not already defined by the pertinent ‘unspoken agreement’ - even especially in light of the fact he’s already broken it.

#101 Yes, I am a Lord of the Fae, and can use my power to command certain kinds of ‘Lesser’ Fairies, including Pixies. Yes, Pixies are for all intents and purposes magical glowing balls of flying teeth and mischief with a taste for human flesh. No, I am NOT allowed to ‘summon’ them by quoting the Wicked Witch of the West and/or weaponizing massive swarms of pixies as a substitute for flying Piranha Unless I really want to Excepting truly Dire Circumstances by my reckoning as defined by a rational, responsible adult that is not myself.

#102 Upon further revision and consideration, the above rule (#101) is to be applied to any and all flying creatures, contraptions, and/or weapons, magical or otherwise, again excluding Emergency Use as defined by an independent observer. Projectiles of any kind, guided or not, are to be used carefully, not liberally.

#103 If against all odds and attempts to avoid combating a so-called God or Deity fail, and violence becomes necessary to defend myself or others, should I be given the chance to attack them with something resembling a symbol of their office, I am to remind myself of two things first:

A) If it is a symbol of their office, they most likely have high resistance to it, if not power over it, and I ought to consider other options B) I am not allowed to chant ‘Stop Hitting Yourself’ if I proceed to attack them with said symbol regardless of the above step.

#104 I may be immune to Nightwood poison powder, but that does not allow me to ‘create a new version of the cinnamon challenge’ using it instead of a generic spice, nor use it for any other purposes beyond careful poison applications. And even if that does include toxic smoke bombs, I will NOT refer to them as ‘vanishing powder bombs’.

#105 I am not allowed to apply to break into enchant curse be within a seven mile radius of interact with any ‘Bed Bath and Beyond’ with the intention of “revamping their ‘Beyond’ section to comply with the Better Business Bureau’s advertising standards.”

#106 I am not allowed to break into buy the entire stock of in any way acquire any amount of scented candles beyond ‘2’, even especially with the intention of creating a ‘Scented Wax Antronach’.

#107 Just because my blood probably should be a controlled substance in at least 39 states by this point, doesn’t mean I should brag about it. If anything, the less any given national government knows about me, the better.

#108 The above ruling (#107) is to be extended hereafter to all other bodily fluids, samples, and secretions of my physical form, including Lymph, Sweat, Bones, Mucus, Semen, Ligaments, Major Organs, Minor Organs, Imaginary Organs, anything and everything off my person.

#109 No longer allowed to avoid paperwork with the O.A.B. by just claiming “the Dog ate it”- Gurrel has enough on his plate without being made into a scapegoat. In addition, despite how much more likely it actually is, claiming ‘the Moose ate it’ is not acceptable either.

#110 Not allowed to look into body modifications - magical or otherwise - until I have been given a clean bill of health by a licensed therapist in regards to any potential body-image issues second opinion from a responsible adult that doesn’t veto my idea… and the moment I decide I want to ‘show them my junk and hope they can work their magic’ is the moment I am forbidden from getting any mods regardless.

#111 If given the option, I will Not use my powers of Lightning and/or Space-Time Magic to pull ‘random’ objects towards my person. It never ends well.

#112 I will remember why I practiced the Prestidigitation spells until they were second nature, and only use them for protection against theft and utility beyond the need for physical pockets - I will NOT abuse the powers to pick-pocket or ‘reverse’-pick-pocket others.

#113 In regards to rulings #107 and #108, I am not allowed to give my blood the ‘Dracula Seal of Approval’ regardless of the veracity of said claims.

#113 I may or may not be on the hunt for a ‘Mr. Hyde’ for peacekeeping and security reasons, and in order to negate and minimize any further psychological trauma to those around him. However, this is no excuse to psychologically torment said individual by replacing his surroundings with oranges, trapping him in tanning salons for weeks at a time, or any other long-term psychological warfare against him. As fun and/or cathartic as it may be, I should use the resources at my disposal far more tactically and efficiently This is why Billiam Cypher has been recruited to my cause and I should not deny him the opportunity to do the jobs I assigned to him.

#115 I am to extend ruling #79 concerning Fergus O’Dwyer to both Igor Van Lichtenstein and Billiam Cypher as well, without further context or clarification, as none should be required.

#116 “What Happens in Atlantis, Stays in Atlantis”, is not, has never been, nor will ever become a valid legal defense. The same is true substituting for “Pompeii”.

#117 Just because I met Gilgamesh in a past life (As Humbaba) and was subsequently killed by him and his best friend does not mean I get to claim he owes me money reparations a solid anything.

#118 Just because I met Odin and Fenrir in a past life (As Gammal vän Kunskap) does not mean I get to wear T-shirts that read “I helped save the world from Ragnarok and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt” or anything to that effect.

#119 I know I hate spandex and think it is uncomfortable, impractical, and generally a stupid thing to wear. That is no excuse for chastising the fashion senses of ‘superheroes’ and ‘supervillains’ I come across even if they clearly need the help for any reason.

#120 Yes, I know Mixed Martial Arts championships exist that incorporate Medieval European Weapons and Armor in the ring. No, I am not allowed to compete given my dozens of unfair advantages - if tempted to do so anyways I am to chant to myself the words ‘we have weapons and armor sparring at home’ until the urges subside.

#ooc #gdihriob #things hriob is no longer allowed to do #thelittlestdemon #xxvernalagniaxx #kingdom of mxginica #sins of the sea #suntdracull #the blackened dove #decipheringmadness #godfrey industries #death by paperwork #[reference]#[relevant]

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tarberrydovah · 5 months

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Thank you for the tag @orionlancasterr <3 Since you tagged my skyrim/elder scrolls blog I'll do one from each <3

Name: Briie Storm-Dawn

Nickname: Bri, Dog, the white fang

Gender: female

Star Sign: The Atronach (November)

Height: 5"8

Orientation: Straight

Nationality/Ethnicity: Nord/Reachman (Reachwoman?) Also werewolf.

Fave Fruit: is apple pie a fruit?

Fave Season: Weirdly enough for someone who's never left Skyrim she loves summer.

Fave Flower: Blue Mountain flower (whatever they're irl version may be)

Fave Scent: Fire smoke or dwarven oil.

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Fruit tea.

Average Hours of Sleep: five

Dog or Cat Person: Cat.

Dream Trip: She'd love to see the imperial city one day.

Favorite Fictional Character: The hero of kavatch.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: three, it gets cold in skyrim.

Random Fact: Got some sort of super strength with her werewolf powers, she can lift Vilkas AND Farkas (Not at the same time, all though she does want to try that)

Fallout OC below the read more

Name: Avalynn Knight.

Nickname: Courier, Ava, Pinkie.

Gender: female

Star Sign: Cancer (July)

Height: 5"3

Orientation: Bisexual.

Nationality/Ethnicity: White, American.

Fave Fruit: Peach.

Fave Season: Fall.

Fave Flower: Swamp Milkweed

Fave Scent: Wet concrete, Laser gun discharge.

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee, or whatever the fallout universe version of a monster is.

Average Hours of Sleep: 3

Dog or Cat Person: Both.

Dream Trip: California.

Favorite Fictional Character: Samwise Gangee.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: One.

Random Fact: She carries a torn version of the LOTR trilogy with her at all times, Boone once joked that she could always use it as a weapon if she got bored of rereading it.

Tagging: Anyone who see's this and wants to it, tag me if you do <3

#OC: Briie Storm-Dawn #OC: Avalynn Knight #skyrim oc #fallout oc

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100menormore · 4 years

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City Guard: “You mix potions, can you brew me an ale?”

Me: “As a matter of fact, I can”

I move my hands in a circular motion and a tall glass stein filled with frothy pink liquid appears as if from Oblivion

The guard is visibly taken aback, despite not having a visible face

Guard: “Whoa, that line has never actually worked before, um...thank you”

Me: “Aren’t you going to drink it? It’ll cure what ails ya!”

I swing the stein in a sort of drinking motion before holding it out towards him. Pink foam slides down the sides

Guard: “I...don’t know, I’m actually not supposed to drink while I’m on watch”

Me: “Oh it’s not too strong! It’s a Summerset Isle style heffenweisen with jazbay grapes and rose hips. It’s been aged in a spriggan wood cask since the second era and heated to just the right temperature for a cold night such as this one! Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Guard: “Well, if you’re going to twist my arm. A taste couldn’t hurt”

He accepts the stein and lifts his helmet just a little before taking a small sip. He immediately goes back for a much larger sip

Guard: “WOW! This is incredible! I’ve never had anything like it! How can I repay you my friend?”

He chugs the remaining contents of the drink. I begin to reply but he doesn’t hear me. He has no recollection of losing consciousness.

When he awakens, he is surrounded by vast mountains of empty wine and mead bottles. He looks up and finds that he is sitting in the lap of Sanguine, who chuckles loudly at a distant atronach fight while knawing on a goat leg

Sanguine: “Hey you, you’re finally awake. Anyway, there I was, barbecue sauce on my titties and...”

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #sanguine #and sheogorath is hitting the bong in the corner #his money is on the flame atronachs but the storms are due this season #free nacho cheese dip for everyone

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uesp · 3 years

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Traits associated with the Birthsigns, based on the comments of Hanubina-ko:

The Ritual (January/Morning Star) -- popular, natural healer

The Lover (February/Sun's Dawn) -- charming, beloved, feared

The Lord (March/First Seed) proud, reserved, calculating, strong, ambitious

The Mage (April/Rain's Hand) fortunate, adventurous

The Shadow (May/Second Seed) cold, cautious, patient

The Steed (June/Mid Year) headstrong, willful, swift

The Apprentice (July/Sun's Height) impetuous, prideful

The Warrior (August/Last Seed) straightforward, willful, wrathful

The Lady (September/Heart Fire) elegant, soft, sharp, patient, cautious, foresightful

The Tower (October/Frost Fall) strong, durable

The Atronach (November/Sun's Dusk) sturdy, adaptable, steady, smart

The Thief (December/Evening Star) swift, cunning, beautiful, lucky, daring

The Serpent (no fixed season) dangerous, self-destructive, blessed

#UESP #Lore #The Elder Scrolls #Skyrim #Birthsign #Elder Scrolls Online #The Ritual #The Lover #The Lord #The Mage #The Shadow #The Steed #The Apprentice #The Warrior #The Lady #The Tower #The Atronach #The Thief #The Serpent

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alcowarlock · 2 years

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TES V Skyrim SE modlist | PART I

welp guess i'm ready to upload new one... maybe will keep this post up-to-date in future.

(tf tumblr why I can't upload it in ONE post?...)

welp PART I | PART II | PART III

all mods in order of their installation.

— SKSE SE 2.0.20 — Address Library for SKSE Plugins — Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch — ENBSeries v0.465

— UI, Animation, etc:

• SkyUI • AddItemMenu - Ultimate Mod Explorer • FNIS • RaceMenu • No Spinning Death Animation • Belt-Fastened Quivers • Dynamic Animation Replacer • True Directional Movement • Animation Motion Revolution • Conditional Armor Type Animations • Vanargand Animations - Female Idle Walk and Run • Vanargand Animations - Male Idle Walk and Run • Vanargand Animations - Sneak Archery • Vanargand Animations - Sprint • Vanargand Animations - Sneak Thrust Attacks • Vanargand Animations - Sneak idle walk and run • Enhanced Blood Textures SE • Realistic Ragdolls and Force • MfgFix • Opparco mfg Command • Ultimate HD Fire Effects SSE • Hearthfire Display Case Fix by Krucify • Player Headtracking • No Edge Glow - Magic and Transformations • Voltage

— Environment:

• Static Mesh Improvement Mod (SMIM) • Skyrim 2020 Parallax by Pfuscher • SSE Parallax Shader Fix • Skyrim 3D Trees and Plants • Cutting Room Floor • Book Covers Skyrim • Ruins Clutter Improved • Obsidian Weathers and Seasons • True Storms • Landscape Fixes For Grass Mods • Realistic Grass Field • Tamrielic Textures SE 1 - Landscapes • Tamrielic DirtCliff Moss and Lichen • Enhanced textures detail • RUSTIC WINDOWS • Waterplants • Realistic Lighting Overhaul • 4K Nordic Murals • Smooth Sky mesh • aMidianBorn Book of Silence SE • Ancient Dwemer Metal, + замена текстур из Ancient Dwemer Metal для Skyrim LE • Majestic Mountains • Blended Roads • Water in Wells • Transparent and Refracting Icicle and Frost Atronach • Mari's flora • RUGNAROK • ETHEREAL CLOUDS • PELTAPALOOZA • Awesome Potions Simplified by Revoith • Dust Effects by HHaleyy • HD Road Signs • RUSTIC COOKING • WEBS S.E. • HD Photorealistic Ivy • HQ Tree Bark • Rens HD Shrines • Ennead Banners • Night Skies - Stars and Galaxies + Массер и Секунда для Skyrim LE • KD - Realistic Fireplaces V3 • Skyrim Landscape and Water Fixes • TB's Improved Water - A Complete Water Overhaul • Rudy HQ - Nordic Ruins SE • Just Ice • Misc Retexture Project • Embers XD • Ancient Pottery • Ash Pile Retexture • WiZkiD Signs • Skyland - Ships and Shacks • SD's Horn Candles • Rudy HQ - Standing Stones • CleverCharff's Caves • SkyFix SE - HD Blacksmith Signs • HD Pondfish • Security Overhaul SKSE - Lock Variations • ElSopa - Talos HD SE • ElSopa HD - Workbench SE • ElSopa HD - The Smelter SE • ElSopa HD - Grindstone SE • Skyrim 3D Landscapes • Volumetric Mists • Glacierslab SSE

#tes 5 skyrim #tes v skyrim #skyrim se #skyrim se mods #mod list #skyrim special edition

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bees-tes-blog · 2 years

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oc tag game

tagged by @farshores!

apparently the original was actually associations rather than favourites so I'm gonna do a hybrid? as well as bring back a couple(actually like 1) of the other categories

dervaer

animal: bird-of-paradise

colour: red/white/gold

month: august (last seed)

song: I have to pick? okok maybe you may be right or learn to fly

scent: strawberries, moss, old leather

day or night: day

season: summer

favourite place: ooo, tied between solitude and whiterun. I imagine the plains would be so weird for someone from the heart of valenwood though

astrological sign: the steed (gemini)

element: fire

favourite drink: jagga? he’s not a big fan of overly sweet things, drinks included

nalorn

animal: hm. maybe a coyote or jackal

colour: black and gold

month: january(morning star)

song: I’m inclined to go with cold sweat, it just has his vibes

scent: copper, rain

day or night: night

season: winter

favourite place: riften may be a dumpster fire but it’s his dumpster fire. the solitude docks are a close second.

sign: the atronach (scorpio?) (I chose the tes signs based on the associated personality traits in lore but it’s kinda fun finding out their real life equivalents)

element: earth

favourite drink: coffee with more milk/cream and sugar than coffee—tea or hot liquor are acceptable substitutes

sarlyn sadrys

animal: vultures, bc I think he'd be very fond of them

colour: black and red

month: november

song: bernadette

scent: smoke, old books, pomegranate

day or night: night

season: autumn

favourite place: cheydinhal sanctuary—there’s no place like home even if it’s now decrepit

sign: the lady (virgo)

element: fire

favourite drink: spiceberry chai tea (there are so many different teas on the eso drinks page…)

trying to tag oc people who I havent seen tagged yet..

@the-adventures-of-storm-seeker @merethicera @the-drunken-huntsman

and anyone else who wants to do it!

#buzz #bees ocs #oc: dervaer #oc: nalorn #oc: sarlyn sadrys

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greyinthecolorprism · 1 year

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OC Blog: @purplefeathersandblackleather Doctor Strange: @the-eldritch-sorcerer Tony Stark: @redandgoldwarhero Writing Blog: @multiversemusings

Movies

Marvel

A Sweet Intoxication Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

The Mirror's Gonna Fog Tonight Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Unconditionally: Defender Strange's Dress Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Our Dream Ended Long Ago Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Bear Me No Witness Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Put On Your War Paint Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

If You Must, Then Start to Cry Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

The One Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Take A Step Before You Leap Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Video Games

Mario

Noting Can Stop This Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Marvel's Midnight Suns

It's Haning In the Air Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

TV Shows

Marvel's What If...?

The Road to Redemption Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Comics/Books

Doctor Strange: Fall Sunrise

Live For Now Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Commissions/Gifts

Flight Over Mushroom Kingdom Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Little Flower Girl (Gift for @harlekin6) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

The Meeting (Commission for @darsynia) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

They Say I'm Seeking Out the Danger (Gift for @strangelockd) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

We Keep This Love In A Photograph (Gift for @sobeautifullyobsessed) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Original Characters/Crossovers

Doctor Strange: Seasonal Atronach Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Strange (AnimalCrossing x Marvel Crossover) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

#my art #movie fanart #video game fanart #book fanart #tv show fanart #commissions #gifts #original characters #crossover art #story art

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the-drunken-huntsman · 2 years

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OC associations tag game

Tagged by @bees-tes-blog :3 thank you

Also I saw someone else do this a few days ago and liked it and wrote the categories down just for character building which is why mine has a few more categories than yours lol

Anais

Animal(s): stags

Color(s): faun brown, opal white, lavender

Month: Hearthfire (September)

Song(s): Hunting Season by Ice Nine Kills, Dragon In Me by Seether, Renegade by Styx

Number: 27

Day or Night: Day

Plant(s): lavender, sage, canis root

Smell(s): lavender, roasting meat, fallen leaves

Gemstone: white diamond

Season: Autumn

Place(s): Falkreath, any wooded area, The Hunting Grounds

Foods(s): Venison Stew

Astrological sign: The Serpent

Element(s): earth

Drink(s): whiskey

Murza

Animal(s): emerald boas

Color(s): emerald green, violet, whatever shade of blue the Eye of Magnus is

Month: Sun's Dusk (November)

Song(s): Alone Together by Fall Out Boy, Smoke And Mirrors by Imagine Dragons, Devil May Cry by The Weeknd

Number: 21

Day or Night: Night

Plant(s): Dragon's Tongue, Nirnroot

Smell(s): copper wires, charcoal

Gemstone: Emerald

Season: Winter

Place(s): Winterhold, Largashbur

Foods(s): Mammoth steak

Astrological sign: The Atronach

Element(s): lightning

Drink(s): Stros M'Kai Rum

Endurys

Animal(s): Sparrows

Color(s): Burnt Umber

Month: Sun's Dawn (February)

Song(s): SING by My Chemical Romance, Be My Escape by Reliant K, Poet by Bastille

Number: 18

Day or Night: Day

Plant(s): Creep Cluster

Smell(s): sandalwood, clove

Gemstone: Ruby

Season: Autumn

Place(s): The Bard's College, Hlaalu Farm

Foods(s): Roasted Ash Yams

Astrological sign: The Lover

Element(s): Water

Drink(s): Alto Wine

Reyvi

Animal(s): Panthers

Color(s): Black, blood red

Month: Second Seed (May)

Song(s): Like Suicide by Seether, Psycho Killer by The Wrecks, Alibi by HAWK

Number: 30

Day or Night: Night

Plant(s): jarin root

Smell(s): burning flesh, cold stone

Gemstone: Obsidian

Season: Winter

Place(s): Dawnstar Sanctuary

Foods(s): they're a vampire so blood ig

Astrological sign: The Shadow

Element(s): Fire

Drink(s): uh. Blood again.

Metja

Animal(s): wolves

Color(s): yellow, silver

Month: Frostfall (November)

Song(s): Wolf Moon (Including Zoanthropic Paranoia) by Type O Negative, Führe Mich by Rammstein, A Question of Time by Depeche Mode

Number: 14

Day or Night: day

Plant(s): Wildflowers

Smell(s): damp soil, funeral pyres

Gemstone: Alexandrite

Season: Spring

Place(s): Jorvaskr, the Whiterun Plains

Foods(s): Snowberry Pie

Astrological sign: The Tower

Element(s): Air

Drink(s): Mead

Lilynwe

Animal(s): foxes

Color(s): blue, pink

Month: Hearthfire (September)

Song(s): Rosenrot by Rammstein, The Curse Of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For, Thief by Imagine Dragons

Number: 5

Day or Night: Night

Plant(s): daisies, elephant ears

Smell(s): Palo Santo

Gemstone: sapphire

Season: Spring

Place(s): Riften, The Drunken Huntsman

Foods(s): sweet rolls

Astrological sign: The Lady

Element(s): does shadow count?

Drink(s): honningbrew mead

Dire

Animal(s): rabbits, frogs

Color(s): ginger

Month: Mid Year (June)

Song(s): All I Want by A Day To Remember, Life On Earth by Snow Patrol, Blasphemous Rumors by Depeche Mode

Number: 30

Day or Night: Night

Plant(s): Baby's Breath

Smell(s): baked goods

Gemstone: Topaz

Season: Summer

Place(s): Haemmar's Shame, The Reach

Foods(s): SOUP

Astrological sign: The Steed

Element(s): Air

Drink(s): hot chocolate

Tagging @drunkmiraak @ancano @friend-of-giants and anyone else who wants too :)

#this is gonna look like shit in desktop lmao #thanks for the tag!#tag game #oc: murza #oc: endurys #oc: reyvi #oc: metja #oc: lilynwe #oc: dire #oc: aneis

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foulserpent · 4 years

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>malae has a snake on his arm because his star sign is serpent confusion... the falmer know about constellations and connect them to the passing of time? they can't even see the stars?

assuming star sign abilities exist in any capacity like they do in the game, then something like ‘inborn ability to invenomate things sometimes associated with a certain season’ would probably be recognized, just entirely divorced from the original star related meaning. people notice things (or just like. the knowledge could have just been retained intergenerationally and kept relevant thru other yearly cycles).

tho honestly im not sure on my stance with the star signs and how much of them are just game mechanics. like i think ones that just fortify skills just make you take to certain skills better or make you a little stronger or more adept with magic. while the ones like “the serpent” or “the atronach” have more direct magic based effects, though probably not as strong as ingame.

#anon #the argonian calendar is based partly on plant growth cycles so id imagine seasons would be determined thru factors like that or just like #coming out from underground here and there

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3xm-draconic · 2 months

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Bloodline of the Last Dragon.

Season 1/Episode 3: Whiterun.

The Riverwood Trader looked like it had been robbed…and from the argument between the store owner Lucan and his sister Camilla it sounded like they had been.

Despite Lucan’s misfortune he still had some things left to sell, some traveling rations, a torch or two and even better a spell book.

Last night Mattilda had read and memorized the tome she had taken from the skeleton mage in the cage back in Helgen, it was a tome of oakflesh, a spell of magical armor, a very useful spell to have since she couldn’t wear physical armor as a mage, it would be too cumbersome.

Amongst the tomes she could buy there were only 2, both were in bad condition but still legible, an illusion tome of clairvoyance and rather unique one a conjuration tome of conjure fire atronach.

That was a very rare and supposed to be a very expensive tome, why he was selling it for only 70 gold was beyond her, perhaps it was because he had it in such poor condition?

The atronach spell was also a little advanced for her, but she would never master it if she never tried it.

After picking some things up from the trader, she stopped by Alvor to buy a few whetstones off him. She knew the wisdom in keeping a knife on hand in case she ran out of magicka to use in a fight, nobody expects to get shanked by a wizard.

Hadvar wished her luck and again thanked her for helping him escape “you should go to Solitude and join the Empire, you can help us put the land back together and fight back against the Thalmor” he told her as the headed to the bridge out of Riverwood “and I hope you make it into the college, you’d make a fine battle mage” he smiled.

The road to Whiterun was beautiful, the tundra stretched out for miles in large flowery meadows and rocky scrub brush, the scent of tundra cotton and lavender in bloom was strong on the wind, butterflies dancing in the air as she saw the magnificent City of Whiterun com into view.

She passed the roaring river full of jumping salmon, a meadery that smelled divinely of honey and lavender, “ooh this must be this Honningbrew place, mmm I might stop by and get myself another bottle of that stuff” she hummed.

She passed by a few farms when suddenly the ground shook like an earthquake...

Up ahead Mattilda saw a sight to behold, a group of warriors fighting a Giant!

Mattilda saw them go at the creature ferociously, the giant swinging its great bone club left and right.

But then it switched its attention to the poor farmers who were trying to escape from the battle, Mattilda felt a rush of adrenaline and fear take hold as she charged forward and shoved the farmer out of the way of the giant’s rampage.

It came around again and swung at her, nearly tossing her into a stone, she retaliated and shot a jet of flames right at its face blinding it, Mattilda then got behind it and slashed at the tendons in its heels causing it to topple over. The final blow came not from her but from an arrow loosed by a tall auburn haired woman that shot it’s way past Matti’s shoulder and into the giant’s brian.

“You are pretty strong, you should come to Jorrvaskr and be a Companion” a strong warrior with dark hair said to Mattilda as he helped her up “a companion?”, “we are a group of warriors who honorably protect Skyrim,” the red haired woman said “and it would be nice to have a mage around, magic is as much a useful skill as a blade is” she turned to Mattilda “name’s Aela the Huntress”.

“It’s nice to meet you Aela, I’am Mattilda Viddarson” she waved “hey if you don’t mind me asking have you seen a Khajiit caravan with an elf man pass by here?”, Aela paused “yes I have, sadly they just left, why do you know them?”, “I know the man they brought with them, he’s my father” Mattilda answered.

Passing by the sables Matti heard a strange conversation, “by Ysmir it’s true, a jester funny suit and all, the fool had a coffin in a cart with a broken wheel, I’d like to see him laugh his way out of that one! Hahahaha”.

“A jester in Skyrim? There hasn't been a merryman here in over 100 years” Mattilda thought to herself as she approached the gate “still if he’s in trouble maybe I should help him out after I find my father, poor fellow must be having a rough time in skyrim”.

A guard approached Mattilda with his sword drawn “city’s closed with the dragons about, official business only”, “I’a, from Helgen and Riverwood seeks aid”, “Riverwood is in danger too? Come on in then but we’ll be keeping an eye on you” he grumbled.

The city of Whiterun was bustling and very open, the way the city flowed and was constructed felt like the grassy plains outside the walls, breezy open and free.

Mattilda hurriedly looked for Dragonsreach but also for the temple of Kynareth.

“Do you get to the cloud district very often, oh what am I saying of course you don’t” a rather snooty man scoffed at Mattilda as he asked around for directions, she glared at him as he walked away “jackass” she quietly mumbled.

She wandered around and found a courtyard area with a wilting dead tree in the middle. She looked around and up the grand steps was Dragonsreach…but just aways to her left was…

“THE TEMPLE!” she excitedly cried, she rushed forward but was stopped by a priest.

“Visiting hours are closed, you must come back tomorrow” he sighed, “wait, please, just tell me if a man by the name of Markus Viddarson is in there” Mattilda pleadingly looked at the priest, he looked at her “Viddarson? You wouldn’t happen to be Mattilda would you?” the priest pondered, “yes, yesI am!” she squeaked, “your father is alright but in serious condition, he will need a lot of time to heal and a lot of rest, don’t worry he is in good hands” the priest nodded.

Matilda sighed and felt a wave of relief wash over her, her father was safe…but for how long? And healing would be expensive, she would need to start doing work in order to pay for his treatments.

But there were other matters to attend to now, she needed to help Gurder and Alvor now by warning Balgruf.

Inside the esteemed halls of Dragonsreach Mattilda saw hanging above the Jarl’s throne was the skull of a massive dragon, as she approached the Jarl a dunmer woman took out her swords and threatened her. “What is the meaning of this interruption?”, “I’am a survivor of Helgen and I have come from Riverwood, they seek the Jarl’s aid, they are defenseless against a dragon, “your a survivor? Well that explains how you got in, come on then the Jarl will want to speak to you personally”.

Mattilda spoke with Jarl Balgruf and the man was horrified by her story and he immediately sent out a troop of soldiers to Riverwood, “but there is a more personal matter I could use your help with, come let’s meet Farengar my court wizard, he’s been looking into these accounts of dragon sightings”.

Farengar looked Mattilda up and down “ah a fellow mage, yes you could help me, I need someone to go into Bleak Falls Barrow and retrieve the dragonstone”, Mattilda tilted her head “dragonstone what’s that?”, “yes the dragonstone, it’s a map of dragon burial grounds, now off with you!” Farengar huffed.

Mattilda saw that it was getting dark so she headed over to the tavern, The Bannered Mare, she wanted a nice warm bed…but that would cost money.

Matti instead made her way back to the area with the dead tree and slept on the benches there…she needed to save every septim for her father.

#skyrim cicero #skyrim #au #fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim oc #2 dovahkiins #2 dragonborns #father and daughter #mixed race dragonborn

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